AnCafé on Camping
Title: AnCafe on Camping
Chapters: 1/4
Author: Bou_In_Black
Genre: General, Romance, Humor, Super Natural, Fluff
Rating: PG-13
Band: AnCafe (アンティック-珈琲店-)
Persons: Miku(みく) Kanon(カノン) Teruki (輝喜) Takuya, Yuuki(ゆうき) and Bou(坊 )
Pairing: Teruki x Bou (輝喜 x 坊)
Warnings: Boy x Boy Relationship, Language, and Sex.
Summary: The fic takes place shortly after AnCafé had released their Ryusei Rocket single. AnCafe is like any other popular Visual Kei band, busy writing new songs, shooting PV’s and so on, and one day Miku comes up with an idea, which seems to cause light at the end of a dark tunnel: They need to go champing. It’s a great way to get to know each other, and they need a break, but during that time lot’s of things occur.
Comments: I just wanted to write something not too comprehensive, which didn’t take long time to create (but it took three months, and I’ve already written the rest of the fic T_T). I read a fic a couple of years ago (when I was a fan of Lord of the Rings) and the theme was camping too, so I’m not really original, but I hope you like it anyway. If this fic sucks it’s probably because I have neither creative ideas nor inspiration in stock. I’m still trying to keep When Fate Is A Bitch going, but I’m sure my attempt will fail miserably, ‘cos I’m suffering from serious writers block.
AnCafe on Camping
After having proved to the Cafekkos that this particular Dance Rock band, not only was capable of adding two new members to the band, so short after Bous retirement was announced, but furthermore release two new singles, two new PV’s plus doing quite a few interviews, photo shoots and lives, the five members of AnCafe finally started feeling the pressure of rising to fame overwhelm them.
Miku being the one in charge of writing lyrics, had been the one who’d especially been put under pressure, and though he’d assured his band mates several times, that he was all right and enjoyed writing songs, everyone who were familiar with Mikus writing skills knew how much it wore him out. Lately he’d been having a hard time being positive and enterprising, during the never-ending hours the five guys spent in the recording studio everyday.
”Seriously Yuukikki, you’ve never been to Ikebukuro? You surely are a weirdo.”
Yuuki shrugged and went back to practicing on his keyboard without giving any retort.
“A weirdo who’s been living in Tokyo for five long years now.” Miku indicated. “You know, just to make you look even more like some kind of Otaku who never gets outside your house.”
Yuuki let out a forced little laugh, looking at neither Miku nor Kanon.
“You know I’m just fucking around Yukkiki.” Miku grinned broadly, and gave Yuuki a pat on the back, as he bounced past him, on his way to the fridge, to get his half-eaten Teriyaki Burger, which he’d saved for next time he’d get hungry.
“I thought you tried to lose some weight?” Teruki raised an eyebrow, and shook his head. “There’s too much fat in burgers.” He added, sounding like an adult scolding a child.
“Yeaaaah, but… I can’t help it.” Miku replied, not turning his attention away from the fridge. A moment later he was back in one of the chairs, arranged around a round table. That’s where they had their meetings.
While munching on his burger, Miku killed some time by teasing Yuuki.
Kanon sat in a corner reading some manga and seemed to be lost in his own little world, not paying attention to the others.
“D’ya think he’s dead?” Teruki grinned, looking teasingly over at Kanon, causing Miku to sneak up behind Kanon, while catching the others eyes, pressing a finger to his lips miming the word quiet. However, he never got to scare the shit out of Kanon, because in that particular moment, a very fatigued Takuya chose to appear in the chink of the door, looking apologetically at everyone.
There was one moment of total silence, in which each member exchanged confused looks, neither one sure what to say.
“Takuya!“ Teruki exclaimed in a mixture of relief and reproach, quickly getting up from his sitting position. “There you are. Where have you been today? You didn’t even show up to the photo shoot, and we started to worry about you.”
“Yeah!” Miku agreed. “We talked about calling you, if you didn’t show up.”
“Yeah, well…sorry.” Takuya mumbled, putting his gig bag on the floor, starting to unzip it, to get his guitar.
“Hey, no sorrys’. Tell us what took you so long.” Teruki demanded to know.
“He’s probably got a girlfriend, he doesn’t want us to know about.” Miku said in a sing-song voice.
Finally Kanon looked up. “Who?” he asked, eyes growing wide.
“Charinkoman, Kanon-san. Just go back to your manga thingy already.”
Kanon shrugged and did as he was told.
“Sooo...” Teruki continued, curiously nudging Takuya. “Taku-kun has got a girlfriend, hasn’t he?”
“Come on Takuya-kun. You can confide in us, you know.”
“No! No! It’s nothing like that.” Takuya tried to convince them, cheeks glowing with embarrassment.
“Then what?” Yuuki decided to join the conversation.
“Well… I… kinda got lost on Shibuya station.” Takuya gave them a sheepish look.
The remaining part of AnCafé except for Kanon who was still absorbed in his manga, roared with laughter.
“Seriously! You’re too much.”
“Oh my good. We’ve been there, like a hundred times.”
“We did a photo shoot for Vinyl Syndicate on Shibuya station!”
Meanwhile Kanon had turned his attention to Takuya. “Don’t worry about ‘em. They do it to me all the time you know, and it’s just for fun.” Kanon gave the guitarist a soothing smile.
“Seems to me, their mocking hasn’t been aimed at you lately.” Takuya replied, fetching a pack of bubblegum from his pocket.
Kanon replied by shrugging thoughtfully. “I know. Maybe it’s because you and Yuuki-san are newbies.”
“Oh, by the way. I brought someone here.” Takuya said secretively, unconsciously playing with the gum wrapper with his fingers.
“Who?” Miku asked, bringing Takuya to quickly spin around, to face Miku, and Kanon. The others had stopped laughing at once, and eyed Takuya inquisitively.
“Did I startle you?” Miku said apologetic.
Takuya quickly shook his head and assured Miku that he was all right.
“Always so polite…” Teruki mumbled to no one in particular. “So, don’t you think it’s rude letting them wait outside the door?” He asked the younger one with a glint in his eyes.”
“Oh, you’re right.” Takuya hastily swung the door open, giving access to a pair of big black eyes to take a shy peek inside the studio.
“Bou-kun?” Teruki grinned happily, and hurried over to pull Bou inside the studio.
“Hi. Teru-san, Mikkun. I just wanted to stop by, ’cos I was doing something in Shibuya anyway.”
“Well, how nice of you to think about us,” Miku grinned and gave Bou a hug.
“Hi Bou-kun.” Kanon greeted. He’d left his manga in the corner, and was approaching Bou.
“Can’t I have a hug too?” Teruki pouted, pretending to be offended.
“No hugs for you, Teru-san.” Bou teased, and put his arms around Kanon instead, giving him a quick pat on the back.
“So, how are you doing?” Miku asked, patting him on the shoulder. “C’mon.” He lead Bou inside the studio, letting his eyes fall on the fridge. ” Aren’t you hungry or something?”
“And Bou,” Teruki interrupted, “This is Yuuki our new member, and you’ve already met Takuya I can understand.”
“Hi. Nice to finally meet you.” Yuuki bowed, voice sounding slightly more polite than usual.
“Same goes for me.” Bou gave Yuuki a polite bow and smiled.
“Okay, enough with the greetings.” Teruki sighted. “Yuuki might start hitting on you.”
“What?” Yuuki exclaimed in disbelief. “We’ve been through this thousands of times. I do not hit on guys... Why do you always…?”
“Save Miku…” Teruki cut him off. He - along with Takuya and Miku, were now all seated at the round table. Kanon was heading towards a tall stack of chairs, to get one for Bou.
3 hours quickly passed by, like you’d see busy, Japanese businessmen haste past you on a Monday morning on Shibuya station. They were spent with laughter, trading old-times stories, discussing the new AnCafe, talking about work, watching the new Ryusei Rocket PV, arguing over whether Yuuki was straight or gay, asking questions about Bous new career, criticizing Gackt and all the usual things they’d do on the unusual occasions when they were all gathered.
“…And now, after having recorded the new songs we’re all pretty much worn out.” Miku finished a long explanation.
“I bet.” Bou nodded sympathizing. “You all need some vacation.”
“Don’t tell me…” Miku sighted.
“Maybe that really isn’t a bad idea at all!” Kanon who’d been sitting quietly looking down at the table, apparently not really listening to the conversation, said.
“Somebody woke up by hearing the word “vacation”” Teruki snickered gently nudging Kanons arm.
“No, but seriously guys.” Kanon went on, voice filled with hope. “Spark is ill at the moment. You told me so Miku.” Kanon insisted, offering mentioned person an inquiring look.
Miku drummed the table by his fingers deep in thought. “Right, he called me this morning five ‘o’clock. No wonder I hardly remember what he said. You know, being awoken by a GazettE tone, is not really… I mean, their music is brilliant… it isn’t quiet, soothing morning music that you can calmly wake up to, though. ”
Teruki all-knowingly shook his head
“Furthermore,” Kanon continued, “We’re done doing the major recordings, and we hardly have anything to do. Shigeki Kashii-san can mix the music on his own. We’re not required to be there.”
“I guess we could try giving Hasegawa-san a call.” Teruki concluded, gazing at a poster of himself on the wall.
“I could call him.” Kanon suggested.
“Then remember to say hi from me.” Bou insisted, offering him a broad grin.
“Will do.” Came the short reply, as Kanon grabbed in his pocket, pulling up his cell phone which was plastered all over with photo stickers and pictures of manga characters.
After having spoken to the manager Hasegawa, and having been allowed to take a week off, the six guys quickly decided on something neither one of them had tried: To go champing.
It was cheep, and all they needed was a tent and some sleeping bags, plus some other stuff.
“So, we’re already going tomorrow?” Bou asked in excitement, bouncing up and down on his chair.”
“Why not. We’ve gotta take advantage on the time, we have at our disposal.”
“It’s gonna be great isn’t it guys!” Miku exclaimed, almost as hyped up as Bou. “I’m gonna bring Nyappy too. She’ll love the environment.”
“And I’m gonna pack as soon as I get home.” Bou replied, joining hands with Miku.
“They look like little children on Christmas Day, don’t they?” Yuuki said, smiling at Teruki.
“Yeah…” Teruki agreed gazing at the two happy “boys”. “They definitely do… Oh and Bou-kun, don’t you dare showing up tomorrow morning, dragging five or six suitcases.” Teruki warned, raising a finger in Bous direction.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make it eight” Bou retorted “… for you.” He added, giggling.
Teruki sighted and avoided Bous smile.
“Bou for gods sake!”
“What, Teru-san?”
Teruki took a deep breath, evidently preparing himself to argue.
Bou stood before Teruki outside his apartment, looking all innocent wearing the cap from Yagai De NYAPPY, and his Maltese in his arms , and…
“Four suitcases Bou! Four!”
“Yeah… and so?”
Teruki sighted and clenched his teeth. His arms were crossed, and he looked like a thundercloud.
“Didn’t I tell you not to bring too much stuff?” He asked, drumming his fingers impatiently on the roof of the car.
“Exactly.” Bou shot him a cheeky smile. “You commanded me not to bring five or six suitcases,” He innocently crossed his arms, revealing just a slight hint of anger brewing “which I didn’t do.” He said emphatically.
“Don’t act like an idiot Bou. You know what I meant.” Teruki answered back in a sharp tone.
“Hey, don’t let this ruin the vacation.” Miku rolled down the window. “We’re supposed to be nyappy and high-spirited.”
“Tell him that!” Teruki gestured toward the four suitcases and Bou, who opened his mouth in disbelief.
“I can’t believe you blame me for this.” He exclaimed, face darker than black. “It’s so like you! Look at me I’m Teruki, never doing anything wrong.” He gave a toss of the head looking lofty, imitating Teruki.
“So, maybe that’s why you left the band?! Because you couldn’t stand me?!” Teruki asked, provocatively.
“Well, if that’s what you think…”
Now Kanon had stuck his head out of the window too. After an hour being stuck with Miku and Yuuki in the car, being forced to listen to them playing Puyo Puyo, he finally managed to secede from number 12 of the Gravitation manga.
“YES! That’s EXCATLY what I think! And, you know what else I think?”
“Do you think I CARE what you think?!”
“Ehem... guys?” Kanon quietly tried to get into contact with the two others.
“Your flat is a mess! Clothes everywhere, and you never clean up or anything! Do you know what that’s called!? DISGUSTING!”
“Aha, aha. So now I’m the one who’s disgusting. Why don’t you ask the guys, what’s most disgusting: Me not cleaning up, or you walking around naked in my home, though I demand you to wrap a towel around yourself!?”
“Actually that is a bit disgusting…” Miku muttered, turning up his nose.
“How could you use that against me!” Teruki raged.
“BECAUSE YOU ARE A JERK, THAT PISSES ME OFF!” Bou yelled in anger.
Doggy gave an annoyed yap.
“Calm down guys!” Kanon retried, this time with a voice that was a bit more raised and insisting.
Bou turned his face to Kanon, and so did Teruki.
“Teruki. Don’t you think we can arrange out baggage a bit differently in order to make room enough?”
“Fine.” Teruki hissed, and turned on his heel, shooting Bou one final deathly glare, before getting into the front seat in his car, shouting out of the window.
“Fine O-Bou-sama, then would you please arrange the baggage so, that there’s room enough for your honoured stuff?”
It was more of a demand, than a question, and Bou clenched his teeth, and without replying he started struggling with the heavy suitcases, roughly attempting to show them somewhere between the other suitcases and sports bags, while keeping Doggu under control.
After a quarter of struggle, in which nobody had dared to more nor utter a word, Bou finally got into to the cars back seat, making sure to slam the door.
“Don’t treat my car that way!” Teruki angrily burst out, after having remained deathly silent, while Bou was struggling with the suitcases.
“Shut the fuck up.” Bou replied impudently. “Nudist…” The last word wasn’t said very loud.
The drive to Saitama seemed unbearably long to the six people, and when conversations were made, they were short and low-voiced.
Teruki who drove, didn’t talk at all, Bou who was in the backseat didn’t say much either, but evidently preferred to sit quietly with crossed arms and lips thin as a line, looking continually down at his lap. Takuya and Kanon were both absorbed in their own stuff. Takuya listening to his iPod eyes starting to fall shut and Kanon playing on his DS. Occasionally Kanon would look up, and switch off his Nintendo DS to open his laptop.
Yuuki and Miku, however did talk, but not very loudly and sometimes they would cast Teruki or Bou a cautious look, but neither Teruki nor Bou would utter a word.
“Oh my god guys! I can’t believe this!” Kanon starred at his laptop screen in disbelief, while almost jumping onto Miku, as though he was afraid a bogeyman might jump out of it, and scare him.
“What’s the fuss about?” Came the sharp comment from the front seat. “I can’t drive, when you’re so god dammed loud.”
Ignoring Teruki, Miku pushed Kanon away from his lap, and scooted closer so he could see the tiny letters on the screen.
“Damn, those lenses… Kanon. Move your big head.”
“Oow…”
“What is it? I wanna see too!” Yuuki insisted, removing his sunglasses, curiously looking over Mikus shoulder.
Takuya was still listening to his iPod.
“Holy… What is this?” Mikus eyes flew over the pink letters on the screen, and a broad grin started forming in the corners of his mouth.. “Did you… I mean… Did you know?”
Yuuki gaped blankly from Kanon to Miku.
Kanon made a noise sounding like a mix between a giggle and an aggrieved exclamation.
“Nooo! I mean. Sure as hell I didn’t, and if I’d known, I’d have shown it to you all, ages ago!”
It seemed, Bou had finally decided to take part in the conversation.
“Okay, I give up, what’s so funny?” Bou asked demandingly, and impatiently reached out for the laptop, placing it in his own lap.
“It’s a story about us.” Miku replied.
“Eeeh?!”
Miku laughed and quickly conquered the computer back, while Bou was still completely stunned.
“Did you all hear that?” Miku snickered. “His voice just hit a really high pitch. I begin to this the Cafekkos are right about you having a sex change operation.”
“Shut up, Mikkun!” Bou leant forward and slapped Miku on the shoulder.
“See. Now he did it again.”
Miku laughed at Bous attempt to hit Miku, which didn’t work out very well, hence to the fact that Miku was holding Bous arms in a tight grip.
“Sssh… let’s find out what this is about.” Kanon said, clicking away from the entry.
“Aaargh! A whole forum full of it!” Miku laughed hysterically, not even trying to restrain himself. “Who’s writing this stuff?!”
“Let me see too! “
“Isn’t this kinda perverted?”
“Yeah Yuukiki. We all know you’d enjoy it! Haha.”
“You’re wrong! That not what I…”
“Look! Look! This one is a 17 year old girl…” Kanon cut them off, pointing a long finger with black nail polish at at the information in said girls profile.
Miku screwed up his eyes. “You are right! And she’s from Sendai just like you Teruki!” He exclaimed. “This is hilarious by the way Teruki-kun, you ought to see it too.”
Teruki slowly turned his head, for one second, eyeing them all by turns, looking slightly annoyed.
“Whoooa. You can almost see the vein pulsate on his forehead.” Miku teased cheekily, apparently getting into his playful mood.
“No! Seriously Teruki-san.” Kanon quickly interposed, offering Teruki an assuring and somehow begging look. “This stuff is the lolz! Seems like fan girls make some forums on the Internet and write… well, dirty stuff about us…”
The ominous look on Terukis face seemed to loosen up a bit, as he eyed Kanon, then the road, then Kanon again. “By dirty stuff you mean…?”
“Man, this isn’t just dirty! It’s PORN!” Miku burst out. He’d been keeping himself quiet for a while, fully concentrated on reading.
“What?! Porn?!” Teruki grinned. “Hahaha, fans sure are creative these days.”
“Hell yeah!” Kanon agreed.
“Creative enough to write yaoi! Guys, do you realize this is yaoi porn?” Yuuki cried out in shock. “Teruki is doing Bou at the moment.”
“Me! What?”
“Give me that computer!” Miku demanded, and snapped it from Yuuki, looking at the fanfiction in disgust.
“It’s mine!”
“Eeeeew!”
Oncoming traffic on the road was forced have to make sudden turns and curves, to evade crashing into the blue Toyota, which at the moment swung from one side of the road to the other.
People were terrified.
“But Kanon, you surf a lot on the internet. Have you never ´bumped into´ some of this fanfiction before?” Teruki asked.
“No way I haven’t! I don’t search for yaoi!”
Miku and Teruki exchanged know-all looking grins, but didn’t comment on his remark.
“You use the web a lot too Miku!” Kanon contended, pulling his t-shirt with a v-neckline back in place.
“Please Kanon, keep that t-shirt in place. I can see your nipple!” Bou giggled.
“No I don’t! Only when I watch Kojima Yoshio-sans shows on Youtube! He’s a lot of fun!” Miku raised his voice, making himself heard above Bou.
“Demo sonna no kankei ne! Demo sonna no kankei ne! Isn’t that how it goes?” Yuuki grinned.
“Shut up!” Teruki bellowed, and stopped the car.
“Is he mad?” Yuuki cautiously.
“Yes Yuuki, I doubt he would yell if he was happy.” Miku said sarcastically, and shook his head, closing his eyes.
“I repeat: Shut up… and give me the dammed computer. I wanna see what they write about us too. Miku, you can drive.”
Everybody drew a sight of relief, and suddenly the sun seemed to shine much brighter, and the grass seemed even greener than ever before.
“That’s what Teruki’s like, you know. He’s like a father figure to us all.” Bou explained to Yuuki in a low voice. “We know he can be stubborn, and a bit narrow-minded when it comes to having his way around certain things, but we accept it ‘cos we know he worries a lot about us, and the bands future, and that he’s a very responsible person.”
Yuuki nodded, and cast a look out of the window, taking a view of the surroundings.
The buildings of Saitama, the people, and traffic was thinning out, to make room for thick green forests, mountains with clouds covering the top, and fields that stretched out into the infinite nature.
“He certainly does worry a lot.” Yuuki agreed, offering Bou a tiny smile, which was immediately being returned. “Oh, but not that I mind.” He continued, as though he’d actually complained about Teruki. “I really like him, it’s not that I don’t. I just said he’s a very worrying type, which is also a positive thing, ‘cos he’s got other strong points…”
Bou smiled and caught Yuukis wandering eyes, with his own, with a soothing look.
“I get it.” He said.
Yuuki avoided his eyes and nodded.
They’d been driving for quite some time now, and Takuya had fallen asleep, still listening to various songs on his iPod. His song list was never-ending and full of hopeless artists such as SIAM SHADE and L’Arc~en~Ciel, as Teruki liked to express it. And after that statement he’d always follow up on it by adding: “I don’t get his taste in music, but Janne Da Arc is the one thing, he’s gotten right.”
“But Miku-san’s like that too, isn’t he? Always determined to think forward and do what’s best for the band, help everyone. At our very first in-store event he really helped me out a lot, when I was nervous and didn’t know what to say. He told me that the concept of AnCafé was being nyappy and positive, and that all I had to do was being obliging towards the fans, so they’d get a nyappy experience on meeting us.”
“He teases you a lot doesn’t he?” Bou asked, his lips curving in a tiny mischievous smile.
“Well yeah… him and Teruki-san.” Yuuki shrugged, yet his eyes his eyes started to wander towards the ashtray. He unlit his smoke. It was ROSE. He’d bought two new packets for the camping, and he could always borrow one from Kanon in case he should run out. Though he despised Caster Mild, it was better than Miku and his Pianissimo.
”But there’s no hard feelings. Miku-san and Teruki-san are so nice. Miku’s the kinda guy who gives everybody a chance.”
”You really like Miku, don’t you? Kinda look up to him too, right?”
Bou was unable to hold back a little snigger.
”Sure I do. He’s nice and all. I like nice people.”
Bou pulled forth a packet of cigarettes, to Terukis great irritation.
”I was so relieved when Yuuki-san finally decided to top his cancer stick, but somehow, someone has managed to make all of the irritation return to me in an amount of let’s see... five seconds. I wonder who.”
”Drop the subject Teruki,” Miku insisted, and rolled his eyes. ”Let’s all be democratic and face the fact that the majority in this car smoke, and so do the majority in Japan, and let’s also once and for all face the fact that you can’t do anything about it, so please let us smoke in your honoured Toyota Corolla, and cause the seats to stink and the upholstery to be ruined, hence to the fact that you can’t prevent it from happening, and the fact that you happily let us do it when you are drunk. Conclusion: We smoke. Deal with it.”
"Amen" Kanon added laughing.
A/N: First chappie out of four. I already wrote the whole thing, because I hate posting something and then not continuing it.
How did you like it? Actually a barely remember what i wrote, because I started this fic months ago, and didn't bother to check if it was okay. I know I'm so careless. Anyway, please comment and feel free to tell me if my grammar sucks XD
Chapters: 1/4
Author: Bou_In_Black
Genre: General, Romance, Humor, Super Natural, Fluff
Rating: PG-13
Band: AnCafe (アンティック-珈琲店-)
Persons: Miku(みく) Kanon(カノン) Teruki (輝喜) Takuya, Yuuki(ゆうき) and Bou(坊 )
Pairing: Teruki x Bou (輝喜 x 坊)
Warnings: Boy x Boy Relationship, Language, and Sex.
Summary: The fic takes place shortly after AnCafé had released their Ryusei Rocket single. AnCafe is like any other popular Visual Kei band, busy writing new songs, shooting PV’s and so on, and one day Miku comes up with an idea, which seems to cause light at the end of a dark tunnel: They need to go champing. It’s a great way to get to know each other, and they need a break, but during that time lot’s of things occur.
Comments: I just wanted to write something not too comprehensive, which didn’t take long time to create (but it took three months, and I’ve already written the rest of the fic T_T). I read a fic a couple of years ago (when I was a fan of Lord of the Rings) and the theme was camping too, so I’m not really original, but I hope you like it anyway. If this fic sucks it’s probably because I have neither creative ideas nor inspiration in stock. I’m still trying to keep When Fate Is A Bitch going, but I’m sure my attempt will fail miserably, ‘cos I’m suffering from serious writers block.
AnCafe on Camping
After having proved to the Cafekkos that this particular Dance Rock band, not only was capable of adding two new members to the band, so short after Bous retirement was announced, but furthermore release two new singles, two new PV’s plus doing quite a few interviews, photo shoots and lives, the five members of AnCafe finally started feeling the pressure of rising to fame overwhelm them.
Miku being the one in charge of writing lyrics, had been the one who’d especially been put under pressure, and though he’d assured his band mates several times, that he was all right and enjoyed writing songs, everyone who were familiar with Mikus writing skills knew how much it wore him out. Lately he’d been having a hard time being positive and enterprising, during the never-ending hours the five guys spent in the recording studio everyday.
”Seriously Yuukikki, you’ve never been to Ikebukuro? You surely are a weirdo.”
Yuuki shrugged and went back to practicing on his keyboard without giving any retort.
“A weirdo who’s been living in Tokyo for five long years now.” Miku indicated. “You know, just to make you look even more like some kind of Otaku who never gets outside your house.”
Yuuki let out a forced little laugh, looking at neither Miku nor Kanon.
“You know I’m just fucking around Yukkiki.” Miku grinned broadly, and gave Yuuki a pat on the back, as he bounced past him, on his way to the fridge, to get his half-eaten Teriyaki Burger, which he’d saved for next time he’d get hungry.
“I thought you tried to lose some weight?” Teruki raised an eyebrow, and shook his head. “There’s too much fat in burgers.” He added, sounding like an adult scolding a child.
“Yeaaaah, but… I can’t help it.” Miku replied, not turning his attention away from the fridge. A moment later he was back in one of the chairs, arranged around a round table. That’s where they had their meetings.
While munching on his burger, Miku killed some time by teasing Yuuki.
Kanon sat in a corner reading some manga and seemed to be lost in his own little world, not paying attention to the others.
“D’ya think he’s dead?” Teruki grinned, looking teasingly over at Kanon, causing Miku to sneak up behind Kanon, while catching the others eyes, pressing a finger to his lips miming the word quiet. However, he never got to scare the shit out of Kanon, because in that particular moment, a very fatigued Takuya chose to appear in the chink of the door, looking apologetically at everyone.
There was one moment of total silence, in which each member exchanged confused looks, neither one sure what to say.
“Takuya!“ Teruki exclaimed in a mixture of relief and reproach, quickly getting up from his sitting position. “There you are. Where have you been today? You didn’t even show up to the photo shoot, and we started to worry about you.”
“Yeah!” Miku agreed. “We talked about calling you, if you didn’t show up.”
“Yeah, well…sorry.” Takuya mumbled, putting his gig bag on the floor, starting to unzip it, to get his guitar.
“Hey, no sorrys’. Tell us what took you so long.” Teruki demanded to know.
“He’s probably got a girlfriend, he doesn’t want us to know about.” Miku said in a sing-song voice.
Finally Kanon looked up. “Who?” he asked, eyes growing wide.
“Charinkoman, Kanon-san. Just go back to your manga thingy already.”
Kanon shrugged and did as he was told.
“Sooo...” Teruki continued, curiously nudging Takuya. “Taku-kun has got a girlfriend, hasn’t he?”
“Come on Takuya-kun. You can confide in us, you know.”
“No! No! It’s nothing like that.” Takuya tried to convince them, cheeks glowing with embarrassment.
“Then what?” Yuuki decided to join the conversation.
“Well… I… kinda got lost on Shibuya station.” Takuya gave them a sheepish look.
The remaining part of AnCafé except for Kanon who was still absorbed in his manga, roared with laughter.
“Seriously! You’re too much.”
“Oh my good. We’ve been there, like a hundred times.”
“We did a photo shoot for Vinyl Syndicate on Shibuya station!”
Meanwhile Kanon had turned his attention to Takuya. “Don’t worry about ‘em. They do it to me all the time you know, and it’s just for fun.” Kanon gave the guitarist a soothing smile.
“Seems to me, their mocking hasn’t been aimed at you lately.” Takuya replied, fetching a pack of bubblegum from his pocket.
Kanon replied by shrugging thoughtfully. “I know. Maybe it’s because you and Yuuki-san are newbies.”
“Oh, by the way. I brought someone here.” Takuya said secretively, unconsciously playing with the gum wrapper with his fingers.
“Who?” Miku asked, bringing Takuya to quickly spin around, to face Miku, and Kanon. The others had stopped laughing at once, and eyed Takuya inquisitively.
“Did I startle you?” Miku said apologetic.
Takuya quickly shook his head and assured Miku that he was all right.
“Always so polite…” Teruki mumbled to no one in particular. “So, don’t you think it’s rude letting them wait outside the door?” He asked the younger one with a glint in his eyes.”
“Oh, you’re right.” Takuya hastily swung the door open, giving access to a pair of big black eyes to take a shy peek inside the studio.
“Bou-kun?” Teruki grinned happily, and hurried over to pull Bou inside the studio.
“Hi. Teru-san, Mikkun. I just wanted to stop by, ’cos I was doing something in Shibuya anyway.”
“Well, how nice of you to think about us,” Miku grinned and gave Bou a hug.
“Hi Bou-kun.” Kanon greeted. He’d left his manga in the corner, and was approaching Bou.
“Can’t I have a hug too?” Teruki pouted, pretending to be offended.
“No hugs for you, Teru-san.” Bou teased, and put his arms around Kanon instead, giving him a quick pat on the back.
“So, how are you doing?” Miku asked, patting him on the shoulder. “C’mon.” He lead Bou inside the studio, letting his eyes fall on the fridge. ” Aren’t you hungry or something?”
“And Bou,” Teruki interrupted, “This is Yuuki our new member, and you’ve already met Takuya I can understand.”
“Hi. Nice to finally meet you.” Yuuki bowed, voice sounding slightly more polite than usual.
“Same goes for me.” Bou gave Yuuki a polite bow and smiled.
“Okay, enough with the greetings.” Teruki sighted. “Yuuki might start hitting on you.”
“What?” Yuuki exclaimed in disbelief. “We’ve been through this thousands of times. I do not hit on guys... Why do you always…?”
“Save Miku…” Teruki cut him off. He - along with Takuya and Miku, were now all seated at the round table. Kanon was heading towards a tall stack of chairs, to get one for Bou.
3 hours quickly passed by, like you’d see busy, Japanese businessmen haste past you on a Monday morning on Shibuya station. They were spent with laughter, trading old-times stories, discussing the new AnCafe, talking about work, watching the new Ryusei Rocket PV, arguing over whether Yuuki was straight or gay, asking questions about Bous new career, criticizing Gackt and all the usual things they’d do on the unusual occasions when they were all gathered.
“…And now, after having recorded the new songs we’re all pretty much worn out.” Miku finished a long explanation.
“I bet.” Bou nodded sympathizing. “You all need some vacation.”
“Don’t tell me…” Miku sighted.
“Maybe that really isn’t a bad idea at all!” Kanon who’d been sitting quietly looking down at the table, apparently not really listening to the conversation, said.
“Somebody woke up by hearing the word “vacation”” Teruki snickered gently nudging Kanons arm.
“No, but seriously guys.” Kanon went on, voice filled with hope. “Spark is ill at the moment. You told me so Miku.” Kanon insisted, offering mentioned person an inquiring look.
Miku drummed the table by his fingers deep in thought. “Right, he called me this morning five ‘o’clock. No wonder I hardly remember what he said. You know, being awoken by a GazettE tone, is not really… I mean, their music is brilliant… it isn’t quiet, soothing morning music that you can calmly wake up to, though. ”
Teruki all-knowingly shook his head
“Furthermore,” Kanon continued, “We’re done doing the major recordings, and we hardly have anything to do. Shigeki Kashii-san can mix the music on his own. We’re not required to be there.”
“I guess we could try giving Hasegawa-san a call.” Teruki concluded, gazing at a poster of himself on the wall.
“I could call him.” Kanon suggested.
“Then remember to say hi from me.” Bou insisted, offering him a broad grin.
“Will do.” Came the short reply, as Kanon grabbed in his pocket, pulling up his cell phone which was plastered all over with photo stickers and pictures of manga characters.
After having spoken to the manager Hasegawa, and having been allowed to take a week off, the six guys quickly decided on something neither one of them had tried: To go champing.
It was cheep, and all they needed was a tent and some sleeping bags, plus some other stuff.
“So, we’re already going tomorrow?” Bou asked in excitement, bouncing up and down on his chair.”
“Why not. We’ve gotta take advantage on the time, we have at our disposal.”
“It’s gonna be great isn’t it guys!” Miku exclaimed, almost as hyped up as Bou. “I’m gonna bring Nyappy too. She’ll love the environment.”
“And I’m gonna pack as soon as I get home.” Bou replied, joining hands with Miku.
“They look like little children on Christmas Day, don’t they?” Yuuki said, smiling at Teruki.
“Yeah…” Teruki agreed gazing at the two happy “boys”. “They definitely do… Oh and Bou-kun, don’t you dare showing up tomorrow morning, dragging five or six suitcases.” Teruki warned, raising a finger in Bous direction.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make it eight” Bou retorted “… for you.” He added, giggling.
Teruki sighted and avoided Bous smile.
“Bou for gods sake!”
“What, Teru-san?”
Teruki took a deep breath, evidently preparing himself to argue.
Bou stood before Teruki outside his apartment, looking all innocent wearing the cap from Yagai De NYAPPY, and his Maltese in his arms , and…
“Four suitcases Bou! Four!”
“Yeah… and so?”
Teruki sighted and clenched his teeth. His arms were crossed, and he looked like a thundercloud.
“Didn’t I tell you not to bring too much stuff?” He asked, drumming his fingers impatiently on the roof of the car.
“Exactly.” Bou shot him a cheeky smile. “You commanded me not to bring five or six suitcases,” He innocently crossed his arms, revealing just a slight hint of anger brewing “which I didn’t do.” He said emphatically.
“Don’t act like an idiot Bou. You know what I meant.” Teruki answered back in a sharp tone.
“Hey, don’t let this ruin the vacation.” Miku rolled down the window. “We’re supposed to be nyappy and high-spirited.”
“Tell him that!” Teruki gestured toward the four suitcases and Bou, who opened his mouth in disbelief.
“I can’t believe you blame me for this.” He exclaimed, face darker than black. “It’s so like you! Look at me I’m Teruki, never doing anything wrong.” He gave a toss of the head looking lofty, imitating Teruki.
“So, maybe that’s why you left the band?! Because you couldn’t stand me?!” Teruki asked, provocatively.
“Well, if that’s what you think…”
Now Kanon had stuck his head out of the window too. After an hour being stuck with Miku and Yuuki in the car, being forced to listen to them playing Puyo Puyo, he finally managed to secede from number 12 of the Gravitation manga.
“YES! That’s EXCATLY what I think! And, you know what else I think?”
“Do you think I CARE what you think?!”
“Ehem... guys?” Kanon quietly tried to get into contact with the two others.
“Your flat is a mess! Clothes everywhere, and you never clean up or anything! Do you know what that’s called!? DISGUSTING!”
“Aha, aha. So now I’m the one who’s disgusting. Why don’t you ask the guys, what’s most disgusting: Me not cleaning up, or you walking around naked in my home, though I demand you to wrap a towel around yourself!?”
“Actually that is a bit disgusting…” Miku muttered, turning up his nose.
“How could you use that against me!” Teruki raged.
“BECAUSE YOU ARE A JERK, THAT PISSES ME OFF!” Bou yelled in anger.
Doggy gave an annoyed yap.
“Calm down guys!” Kanon retried, this time with a voice that was a bit more raised and insisting.
Bou turned his face to Kanon, and so did Teruki.
“Teruki. Don’t you think we can arrange out baggage a bit differently in order to make room enough?”
“Fine.” Teruki hissed, and turned on his heel, shooting Bou one final deathly glare, before getting into the front seat in his car, shouting out of the window.
“Fine O-Bou-sama, then would you please arrange the baggage so, that there’s room enough for your honoured stuff?”
It was more of a demand, than a question, and Bou clenched his teeth, and without replying he started struggling with the heavy suitcases, roughly attempting to show them somewhere between the other suitcases and sports bags, while keeping Doggu under control.
After a quarter of struggle, in which nobody had dared to more nor utter a word, Bou finally got into to the cars back seat, making sure to slam the door.
“Don’t treat my car that way!” Teruki angrily burst out, after having remained deathly silent, while Bou was struggling with the suitcases.
“Shut the fuck up.” Bou replied impudently. “Nudist…” The last word wasn’t said very loud.
The drive to Saitama seemed unbearably long to the six people, and when conversations were made, they were short and low-voiced.
Teruki who drove, didn’t talk at all, Bou who was in the backseat didn’t say much either, but evidently preferred to sit quietly with crossed arms and lips thin as a line, looking continually down at his lap. Takuya and Kanon were both absorbed in their own stuff. Takuya listening to his iPod eyes starting to fall shut and Kanon playing on his DS. Occasionally Kanon would look up, and switch off his Nintendo DS to open his laptop.
Yuuki and Miku, however did talk, but not very loudly and sometimes they would cast Teruki or Bou a cautious look, but neither Teruki nor Bou would utter a word.
“Oh my god guys! I can’t believe this!” Kanon starred at his laptop screen in disbelief, while almost jumping onto Miku, as though he was afraid a bogeyman might jump out of it, and scare him.
“What’s the fuss about?” Came the sharp comment from the front seat. “I can’t drive, when you’re so god dammed loud.”
Ignoring Teruki, Miku pushed Kanon away from his lap, and scooted closer so he could see the tiny letters on the screen.
“Damn, those lenses… Kanon. Move your big head.”
“Oow…”
“What is it? I wanna see too!” Yuuki insisted, removing his sunglasses, curiously looking over Mikus shoulder.
Takuya was still listening to his iPod.
“Holy… What is this?” Mikus eyes flew over the pink letters on the screen, and a broad grin started forming in the corners of his mouth.. “Did you… I mean… Did you know?”
Yuuki gaped blankly from Kanon to Miku.
Kanon made a noise sounding like a mix between a giggle and an aggrieved exclamation.
“Nooo! I mean. Sure as hell I didn’t, and if I’d known, I’d have shown it to you all, ages ago!”
It seemed, Bou had finally decided to take part in the conversation.
“Okay, I give up, what’s so funny?” Bou asked demandingly, and impatiently reached out for the laptop, placing it in his own lap.
“It’s a story about us.” Miku replied.
“Eeeh?!”
Miku laughed and quickly conquered the computer back, while Bou was still completely stunned.
“Did you all hear that?” Miku snickered. “His voice just hit a really high pitch. I begin to this the Cafekkos are right about you having a sex change operation.”
“Shut up, Mikkun!” Bou leant forward and slapped Miku on the shoulder.
“See. Now he did it again.”
Miku laughed at Bous attempt to hit Miku, which didn’t work out very well, hence to the fact that Miku was holding Bous arms in a tight grip.
“Sssh… let’s find out what this is about.” Kanon said, clicking away from the entry.
“Aaargh! A whole forum full of it!” Miku laughed hysterically, not even trying to restrain himself. “Who’s writing this stuff?!”
“Let me see too! “
“Isn’t this kinda perverted?”
“Yeah Yuukiki. We all know you’d enjoy it! Haha.”
“You’re wrong! That not what I…”
“Look! Look! This one is a 17 year old girl…” Kanon cut them off, pointing a long finger with black nail polish at at the information in said girls profile.
Miku screwed up his eyes. “You are right! And she’s from Sendai just like you Teruki!” He exclaimed. “This is hilarious by the way Teruki-kun, you ought to see it too.”
Teruki slowly turned his head, for one second, eyeing them all by turns, looking slightly annoyed.
“Whoooa. You can almost see the vein pulsate on his forehead.” Miku teased cheekily, apparently getting into his playful mood.
“No! Seriously Teruki-san.” Kanon quickly interposed, offering Teruki an assuring and somehow begging look. “This stuff is the lolz! Seems like fan girls make some forums on the Internet and write… well, dirty stuff about us…”
The ominous look on Terukis face seemed to loosen up a bit, as he eyed Kanon, then the road, then Kanon again. “By dirty stuff you mean…?”
“Man, this isn’t just dirty! It’s PORN!” Miku burst out. He’d been keeping himself quiet for a while, fully concentrated on reading.
“What?! Porn?!” Teruki grinned. “Hahaha, fans sure are creative these days.”
“Hell yeah!” Kanon agreed.
“Creative enough to write yaoi! Guys, do you realize this is yaoi porn?” Yuuki cried out in shock. “Teruki is doing Bou at the moment.”
“Me! What?”
“Give me that computer!” Miku demanded, and snapped it from Yuuki, looking at the fanfiction in disgust.
“It’s mine!”
“Eeeeew!”
Oncoming traffic on the road was forced have to make sudden turns and curves, to evade crashing into the blue Toyota, which at the moment swung from one side of the road to the other.
People were terrified.
“But Kanon, you surf a lot on the internet. Have you never ´bumped into´ some of this fanfiction before?” Teruki asked.
“No way I haven’t! I don’t search for yaoi!”
Miku and Teruki exchanged know-all looking grins, but didn’t comment on his remark.
“You use the web a lot too Miku!” Kanon contended, pulling his t-shirt with a v-neckline back in place.
“Please Kanon, keep that t-shirt in place. I can see your nipple!” Bou giggled.
“No I don’t! Only when I watch Kojima Yoshio-sans shows on Youtube! He’s a lot of fun!” Miku raised his voice, making himself heard above Bou.
“Demo sonna no kankei ne! Demo sonna no kankei ne! Isn’t that how it goes?” Yuuki grinned.
“Shut up!” Teruki bellowed, and stopped the car.
“Is he mad?” Yuuki cautiously.
“Yes Yuuki, I doubt he would yell if he was happy.” Miku said sarcastically, and shook his head, closing his eyes.
“I repeat: Shut up… and give me the dammed computer. I wanna see what they write about us too. Miku, you can drive.”
Everybody drew a sight of relief, and suddenly the sun seemed to shine much brighter, and the grass seemed even greener than ever before.
“That’s what Teruki’s like, you know. He’s like a father figure to us all.” Bou explained to Yuuki in a low voice. “We know he can be stubborn, and a bit narrow-minded when it comes to having his way around certain things, but we accept it ‘cos we know he worries a lot about us, and the bands future, and that he’s a very responsible person.”
Yuuki nodded, and cast a look out of the window, taking a view of the surroundings.
The buildings of Saitama, the people, and traffic was thinning out, to make room for thick green forests, mountains with clouds covering the top, and fields that stretched out into the infinite nature.
“He certainly does worry a lot.” Yuuki agreed, offering Bou a tiny smile, which was immediately being returned. “Oh, but not that I mind.” He continued, as though he’d actually complained about Teruki. “I really like him, it’s not that I don’t. I just said he’s a very worrying type, which is also a positive thing, ‘cos he’s got other strong points…”
Bou smiled and caught Yuukis wandering eyes, with his own, with a soothing look.
“I get it.” He said.
Yuuki avoided his eyes and nodded.
They’d been driving for quite some time now, and Takuya had fallen asleep, still listening to various songs on his iPod. His song list was never-ending and full of hopeless artists such as SIAM SHADE and L’Arc~en~Ciel, as Teruki liked to express it. And after that statement he’d always follow up on it by adding: “I don’t get his taste in music, but Janne Da Arc is the one thing, he’s gotten right.”
“But Miku-san’s like that too, isn’t he? Always determined to think forward and do what’s best for the band, help everyone. At our very first in-store event he really helped me out a lot, when I was nervous and didn’t know what to say. He told me that the concept of AnCafé was being nyappy and positive, and that all I had to do was being obliging towards the fans, so they’d get a nyappy experience on meeting us.”
“He teases you a lot doesn’t he?” Bou asked, his lips curving in a tiny mischievous smile.
“Well yeah… him and Teruki-san.” Yuuki shrugged, yet his eyes his eyes started to wander towards the ashtray. He unlit his smoke. It was ROSE. He’d bought two new packets for the camping, and he could always borrow one from Kanon in case he should run out. Though he despised Caster Mild, it was better than Miku and his Pianissimo.
”But there’s no hard feelings. Miku-san and Teruki-san are so nice. Miku’s the kinda guy who gives everybody a chance.”
”You really like Miku, don’t you? Kinda look up to him too, right?”
Bou was unable to hold back a little snigger.
”Sure I do. He’s nice and all. I like nice people.”
Bou pulled forth a packet of cigarettes, to Terukis great irritation.
”I was so relieved when Yuuki-san finally decided to top his cancer stick, but somehow, someone has managed to make all of the irritation return to me in an amount of let’s see... five seconds. I wonder who.”
”Drop the subject Teruki,” Miku insisted, and rolled his eyes. ”Let’s all be democratic and face the fact that the majority in this car smoke, and so do the majority in Japan, and let’s also once and for all face the fact that you can’t do anything about it, so please let us smoke in your honoured Toyota Corolla, and cause the seats to stink and the upholstery to be ruined, hence to the fact that you can’t prevent it from happening, and the fact that you happily let us do it when you are drunk. Conclusion: We smoke. Deal with it.”
"Amen" Kanon added laughing.
A/N: First chappie out of four. I already wrote the whole thing, because I hate posting something and then not continuing it.
How did you like it? Actually a barely remember what i wrote, because I started this fic months ago, and didn't bother to check if it was okay. I know I'm so careless. Anyway, please comment and feel free to tell me if my grammar sucks XD